This is a song about "Straight to atlanta"

I'm as straight as straight needs to go.

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

I murder emcees from cali to atlanta,

It's sad that you need me to set you straight

I get my paper, y'all just hate

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Heading straight to your office

I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke

Like a lumbar puncture straight to the throat.

D-low where's the trigger, i'll let this bullet play hero.. bang

About new orleans, atlanta, miami, or the birmingham,

Sent straight from lyrical heaven to get this bitch straight/

And i could see you coming home after work late